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Pros. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond. *Owns. Yonder. Mir.

What is't? a spirit ? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, 410 It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath

such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd* With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
And strays about to find 'em.

I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Pros. [Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee

420 Within two days for this. Fer.

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?

No wonder, sir;
But certainly a maid.

My language ! heavens !
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How? the best ? 430 What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck’d. Mir.

Alack, for mercy ! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords ; the Duke of

And his brave son being twain,


[Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control* thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight 440 They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;

*Confute. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way! Fer.

O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen

of Naples. Pros.

Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business

450 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more;

I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer.

No, as I am a man.
Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with’t.

Follow me.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:

461 Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and

husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. Fer.

No; I will resist such entertainment* till

*Treatment. Mine enemy has more power.

[Draws, and is charmed from moving. Mir.

O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle* and not fearful.† *Noble. fTimorous.


What? I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,*
For I can here disarm thee with this stick, *Guard.
And make thy weapon drop.

Beseech you, father.
Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.

Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor! hush! Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! To the most of men this is a Caliban

480 And they to him are angels. Mir.

My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

Come on; obey:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
And have no vigour in them.

So they are;
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's

threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day 490 Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.

Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Āriel! [To Fer.] Fol

low me.
[To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me.

Be of comfort;
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.

Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

To the syllable. 500 Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him.

[Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,

ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, So have we all, of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant and the merchant Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Alon.

Prithee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,
Seb. One; tell.*
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's

Comes to the entertainer-
Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant

you should. Gön. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what á spendthrift is he of his

Alon. I prithee, spare.
Gon. Well, I have done: but yet, -
Seb. He will be talking:

Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?




Seb. The old cock.

30 Ant. The cockerel. Seb. Done. The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match! Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid. Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet, Ant. He could not miss't.

40 Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance.*

*Temperature. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most

sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs and rotten ones. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live.

50 Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush* and lusty the grass looks! how

*Luxuriant. Ant. The ground indeed is tawny. Seb. With an eye* of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

Gon. But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed almost beyond credit,

Seb. As many vouched rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies ?

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.




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